Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh. Rating for safety.
Utensil Joy
Part Neuf
Duo stabs moodily at his dinner, the tines of his fork skittering across the plate below, which screeches its indignation.
Heero winces at the noise and frowns across the table. Duo has been fidgety all day, moving from task to task without completing anything, unable to settle, and it is slowly unhinging Heero.
Heero takes a deep calming breath and carefully lays down his spoon, before reaching across the table and covering Duo's fork-hand with his own.
Duo starts, looks up, and meets his eyes. He blinks and a slow smile crosses his face as he finally relaxes, going still.
END